“I’m proud to be British,” he said it like a challenge, as if expecting everyone in the pub to disagree with him.
Instead, in this multi-cultured corner of the capital his words met with nods.
“I’m proud that we take in refugees,” one man said, “or I’d not have met my wife.”
“I’m proud we have benefits. Kept me going when I was made redundant,” one of the bar staff put in.
“I’m proud of our tolerance and compassion as a nation,” a student said, then stifled a giggle.
The man standing at the bar glared, harrumphed and left quickly.